Wave upon wave
Well it's been an interesting week. I can't really say why but boy whatever it his has really got me worn out. Usually on Donnerstag, I go out for a few beers before coming home and sucking down a few more. Tonight I stayed home and watched the Tigers beat themselves out of a most important game 4.
So on Monday morning, about 8 a.m., I'm laying in bed with my eyes closed, fake sleeping. My alarm was going to go off in about 30 minutes, and I was going to lay there and wait for it. I wasn't sure why I was already awake, but I thought that perhaps I had heard some scratching noises on the other side of the wall. This would have been odd, because that would have been outside...and underground (kind of, a hole had been slightly dug a month or 2 ago, but it wasn't a large hole at that time).
Suddenly, I awake to an old man, maybe 60, standing at the foot of my bed, hollering in a whisper, "Hey! Hey, Guy! Hey, we're cutting a hole in your wall in 20 minutes! You've gotta get your stuff out of here."
I was aware that at some point this autumn, some guys were going to cut a large hole in my wall to put a fire-rated window in my room. I was not made aware that it was going to happen on Monday. I was not completely amused by this turn of events, but I wasn't completely unamused. I was pretty cranky for a couple of days though.
Tuesday night after work I was able to move back into my room. The new window is rather nice. I get lots of natural sunlight during the day, and an easy way of sneaking in and out in case local terrorist activity deems such actions worthy.
It's not my favorite window I've had, but it's good, and I like it.
Aside from this I'm having other problems and dilemmas and worrying thoughts and lots and lots of nagging memories about really ridiculous things, but... Well I guess the only thing I've really been able to come up with in response to all of it is a sigh and a "God dammit." For now I'm okay with that slightly passive attitude, but, I hope it doesn't come back and bite me in the ass. It probably will. The universe and all its undertakings have left my ass a chewed-up mess.
I want to take a kayak from Yankton, SD to the Gulf of Mexico. Sometime in the next couple years. Any words of encouragement for this venture?
So on Monday morning, about 8 a.m., I'm laying in bed with my eyes closed, fake sleeping. My alarm was going to go off in about 30 minutes, and I was going to lay there and wait for it. I wasn't sure why I was already awake, but I thought that perhaps I had heard some scratching noises on the other side of the wall. This would have been odd, because that would have been outside...and underground (kind of, a hole had been slightly dug a month or 2 ago, but it wasn't a large hole at that time).
Suddenly, I awake to an old man, maybe 60, standing at the foot of my bed, hollering in a whisper, "Hey! Hey, Guy! Hey, we're cutting a hole in your wall in 20 minutes! You've gotta get your stuff out of here."
I was aware that at some point this autumn, some guys were going to cut a large hole in my wall to put a fire-rated window in my room. I was not made aware that it was going to happen on Monday. I was not completely amused by this turn of events, but I wasn't completely unamused. I was pretty cranky for a couple of days though.
Tuesday night after work I was able to move back into my room. The new window is rather nice. I get lots of natural sunlight during the day, and an easy way of sneaking in and out in case local terrorist activity deems such actions worthy.
It's not my favorite window I've had, but it's good, and I like it.
Aside from this I'm having other problems and dilemmas and worrying thoughts and lots and lots of nagging memories about really ridiculous things, but... Well I guess the only thing I've really been able to come up with in response to all of it is a sigh and a "God dammit." For now I'm okay with that slightly passive attitude, but, I hope it doesn't come back and bite me in the ass. It probably will. The universe and all its undertakings have left my ass a chewed-up mess.
I want to take a kayak from Yankton, SD to the Gulf of Mexico. Sometime in the next couple years. Any words of encouragement for this venture?